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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Flipper 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.