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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 sitar 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.