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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Negative Approach to the funk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.