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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.