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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Can to the jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.