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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 marimba 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.