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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Suicide to the techno 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.