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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Monolake,
AZ,
Japan,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.