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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.