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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Minny Pops to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.