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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.