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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Aswad to the rap 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.