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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.