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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.