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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.