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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Visage to the techno 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.