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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.