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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.