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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
UT,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Wire,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.