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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.