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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.