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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.