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 Montenegro 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Can,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.