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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.