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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.