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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.