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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Kayak,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.