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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.