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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review 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?
PIL,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.