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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
The Human League,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.