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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.