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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.