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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Ituana,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.