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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.