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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Japan,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.