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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.