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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.