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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Slackers to the crunk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.