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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Angry Samoans to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.