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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
UT,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.