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 Chile and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.