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 Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Gong,
Mantronix,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Ituana,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.