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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.