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 Namibia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Parry Music 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.