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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.