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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.