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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
This Heat,
The Human League,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.