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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Babytalk to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
MDC,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
MC5,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.