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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.