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 Qatar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station 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?
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.