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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Neu!,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.