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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.