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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The Golliwogs to the techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
UT,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.