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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
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.