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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.