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 Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.