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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.