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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Bobby Womack to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.