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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.