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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Janne Schatter to the funk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Index,
Monks,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.