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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.