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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.