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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.