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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.