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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
X-102,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.