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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 oboe 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.