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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
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.