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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Talk Talk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.