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 San Marino and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.