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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.