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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Monks,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
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.