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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
UT,
Aswad,
X-101,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.