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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 The Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.