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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.