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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.