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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.