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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.