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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.