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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Organ to the punk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.