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 Iran and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.