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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.