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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.