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 Belize and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.