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 Indonesia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.