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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.