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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.