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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.