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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.