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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
UT,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.