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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Index,
Ossler,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.