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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.