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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
UT,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.