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 Italy 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Cramps,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.