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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Nico to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.