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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.