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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stetsasonic to the funk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Ten City,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.