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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.