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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.