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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Barrington Levy to the disco 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.