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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
cv313,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.