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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the rap 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Audionom,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
The Remains,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Skarface,
X-101,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.