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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
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.