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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.