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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.