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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.