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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Flash Fearless to the funk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.