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 Mexico and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 D'Angelo to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
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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.