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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.