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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Anakelly to the crunk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.