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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.