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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.