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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.