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 Bangladesh 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
DNA,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Rakim,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.