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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the punk 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.