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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.