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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.