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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
MDC,
June Days,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.