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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.