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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.