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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.