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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Ossler to the funk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.