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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 JFA to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Moebius,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.