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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.