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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.