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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.