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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grass Roots to the funk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Faust,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.