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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.