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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.