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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.