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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day 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?
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
This Heat,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.