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 Comoros and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.