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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Hashim to the rap 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.