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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.