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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.