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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Faust,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.