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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.