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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.