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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
The Names,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.