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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
The Names,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.