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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.