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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
DNA,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.