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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.