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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Japan,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.