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 Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.