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 Yemen and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
The Litter,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.