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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.