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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Q65,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.