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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.