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 Israel and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 mellotron 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Slave,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.