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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Dual Sessions 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.