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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.