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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 guitar 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.