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 Beijing.
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 Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.