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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
DNA,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.