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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.