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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.