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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.