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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Wings,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.