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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Swans,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.