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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.