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 Israel and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.