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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.