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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Hashim to the jazz 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.