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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.