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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.