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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.