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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.