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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Neu!,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.