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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.