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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.