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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Can,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.