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 Switzerland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.