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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.