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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.