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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.