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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.