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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.