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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
The Martian,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.