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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Mars,
Japan,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.