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 Senegal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.