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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.