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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
MDC,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.