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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.