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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Donald Byrd to the disco 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Josef K 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.