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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.