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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 Tehran and Lyon.
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 theremin 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.