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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.