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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
UT,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
the Swans,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.