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 Spain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.