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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.