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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 snare 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 Davy DMX 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.