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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.