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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.