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 Japan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Offenders 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.