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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the rap 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.