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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.