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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.