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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.