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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gladiators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Pole,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.