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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
the Human League,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.