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 Peru 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the rock 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.