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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.