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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Roxette 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
UT,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.