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 France and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.