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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.