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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.