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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Selecter,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.