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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gap Band to the crunk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.