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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.