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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Can,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.