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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.