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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Franke,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.