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 South Africa 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 UT to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Visage,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.