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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Gang of Four to the grunge 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.