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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Patti Smith 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.