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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.