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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.