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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.