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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.