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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.