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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.