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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 guitar 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
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The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Sandy B,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.