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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
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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.