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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 clarinet 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.