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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.