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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.