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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Oneida,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.