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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Altered Images 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.