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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Faraquet 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.