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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.