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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Swans to the funk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.