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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.