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 Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.