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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.