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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Misunderstood to the punk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.