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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.