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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.