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 Gambia and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Angels of Light to the grime 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
JFA,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.