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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.