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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.