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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.