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 Nauru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
June of 44,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.