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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.