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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
10cc,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.