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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.