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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.