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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.