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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Nas,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.