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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Nas,
Unwound,
John Cale,
The Move,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.