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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 güiro 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.