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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.