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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.