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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.