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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.