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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.