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 France and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.