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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.