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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.