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 Dominican Republic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.