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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.