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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.