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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.