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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Smiths to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Visage,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
JFA,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.