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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 snare 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Average White Band,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
JFA,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.