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 Panama and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.