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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.