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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.