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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.