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 Brazil and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Television,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.