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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Brick,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.