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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.