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 Moldova and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.