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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
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.