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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.