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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Index,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.