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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Kinks to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.