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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Supertramp to the crunk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.