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 United States and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.