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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.