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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.