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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.