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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
the Human League,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.