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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.