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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
X-101,
Radiohead,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.