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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.