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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
The Martian,
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.