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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.