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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.