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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.