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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.