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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Symarip 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.