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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.