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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Camberwell Now to the disco 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.