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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.