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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.