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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.