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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.