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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 the Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.