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 Greece and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Scott Walker 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.