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 Philippines and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.