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 Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the grime 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
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.