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 United States and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.