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 Colombia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Barry Ungar to the rap 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
New Order,
The Invisible,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.