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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
The Index,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.