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 Niger 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.