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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Fuzztones to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
June Days,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.