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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.