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 Tajikistan 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Swans,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.