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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Doors to the grime 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.