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 Serbia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.