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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Can,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.