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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.