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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.