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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Busters 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.