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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke 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?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.