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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.