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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.