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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.