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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.