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 Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.