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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.