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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Can,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
UT,
Deepchord,
New Order,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.