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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.