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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
the Normal,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.