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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
MC5,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.