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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.