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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.