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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.