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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.