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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.