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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pantytec to the grunge 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.