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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.