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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Toni Rubio to the punk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.