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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.