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 Andorra and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.