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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.