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 Chile 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.