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 Barbados and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.