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 Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.