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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.