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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.