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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.