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 South Africa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.