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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.