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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.