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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Nico,
The Busters,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.