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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Germs to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Scion,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.