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 Tonga and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.