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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.