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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 linndrum 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.