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 Benin 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.