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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 funk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.