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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.