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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.