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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Fad Gadget to the dance 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
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.