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 Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 UT 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.