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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.