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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Can,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.