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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.