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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.