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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Fear,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.