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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.