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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.