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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 The Happenings to the funk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
June Days,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.