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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move 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?
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Crime,
Pole,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.