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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Alphaville,
PIL,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.