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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.