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 Japan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.