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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
The Fall,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.