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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Graham Central Station 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.