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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.