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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.