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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
The Names,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.