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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.