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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.