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 Denmark and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Slave,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.