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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Gong,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.