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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.