Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.