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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Royal Trux to the rap 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.