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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.