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 France and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.