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 Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Underground Resistance 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.