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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.