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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.