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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reagan Youth to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.