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 Malta and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.