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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Young Rascals to the punk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
10cc,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.