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 Canada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.