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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
X-102,
Hoover,
The Remains,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Slave,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.