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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.