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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.