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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
UT,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.