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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
The Names,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Marmalade,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.