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 Jamaica 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Black Dice to the crunk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.