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 Chad and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.