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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
CMW,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.