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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.