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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.