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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Pole to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Oneida,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.