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 Niger 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.