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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Gap Band to the jazz 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
World's Most,
Q65,
Aswad,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.