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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Wings,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.