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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.