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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mummies to the punk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.