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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
ABBA,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.