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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the disco 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.