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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Seeds to the funk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Wings,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.