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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.