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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 L. Decosne to the techno 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.