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 Burundi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.