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 Gambia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.