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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.