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 Switzerland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
the Association,
The Smoke,
UT,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.