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 Grenada 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.