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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
10cc,
Cameo,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.