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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Wings,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.