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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
X-102,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.