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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.