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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.