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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.