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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.