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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bobby Byrd 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.