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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.