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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Ken Boothe to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Franke,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.