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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.