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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.