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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.