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 China and from Paris.
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 Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.