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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Pylon,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.