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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.