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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ten City to the techno 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Can,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.