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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.