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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.