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 France and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Black Bananas to the dance 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.