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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.