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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.