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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Erasure,
Q65,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.