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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.