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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.