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 Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.