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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
X-102,
ABC,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.