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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The New Christs to the grunge 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.