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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Funky Four + One to the disco 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.