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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the funk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.