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 Honduras 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Organ,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.