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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.