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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 synthesizer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.