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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.