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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.