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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Scion,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.