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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
UT,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.