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 Syria and from Portland.
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 New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.