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 Australia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Chrome,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.