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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.