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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.