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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.