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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.