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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.