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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Nas,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.