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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.