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 Burundi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.