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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.