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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.