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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.