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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.