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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Fear,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.