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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.