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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Yaz to the funk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.