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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.