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 Russia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.