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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
MC5,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold 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.