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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.