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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 snare 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 Ludus to the punk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.