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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.