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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.