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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Durutti Column 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.