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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.