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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Wings,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.