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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.