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 France and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.