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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.