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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.