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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
10cc,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.