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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.