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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.