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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Magma,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.