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 Panama 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Franke,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.