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 Antigua and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.