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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.