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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.