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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.