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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.