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 France and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.