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 United States and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.