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 Niger and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.