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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.