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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kinks to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.