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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.