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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Accadde A,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.