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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.