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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.