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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.