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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.