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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Nas,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.