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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.