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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.