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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Aswad,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.