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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.