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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.