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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick May 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.