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 Georgia and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.